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discomfort.
“I’m Baylee. Baylee Peters.” Her voice was raspy, and she wished she could disappear.
“Hello, Baylee,” Axe said in a husky tone, making her name sound dirty.
She swallowed hard, nodded, and stared at her computer screen.
“Is that all you’re gonna share, Baylee?” Axe licked his lips.
He’s mocking me. “Yep.” She stared at him defiantly.
“That’s no fun.” He leaned forward on his elbows, then said, “Do you like to have fun, Baylee?” His deep, smooth voice caressed her while small shivers shimmied down her spine.
“I think we should move on to discussing the project,” Stan said, breaking through the sexual tension.
She ripped her eyes away from Axe’s and pretended to concentrate on what Stan was saying, grateful he’d turned out the lights so they could see the PowerPoint presentation better. At least I can’t see Axe’s eyes on me. I can’t believe he’s on the project. Of all the people in this damn world, he is the one I have to work with. What are the odds of that? And what the hell is he doing in Pinewood Springs? I thought he lived in Denver. And a biker? Shit.
Stan spoke of structural issues, possible construction problems and how they could be remedied, and all Baylee could do was remember how big Axe was, how delicious he tasted. She crossed and uncrossed her legs as she remembered how his lips, his tongue, and his fingers felt on her skin. She had come so hard so many times under his expert and sinful moves. Damn, I’m getting turned on just by thinking about how awesome our time together was.
Even though it was dark, she didn’t dare glance over at him; she could feel his stare boring a hole in her. His nearness was driving her insane. So much so that, by the time the meeting was over, she had to hold herself back from yanking him across the conference table and riding him right in front of all of them. Damnit! Get a grip. She reached for her bottle of water, hoping the coolness would extinguish the heat that had been building inside her for the past hour.
How was she supposed to make it through the summer with Axe on the project? Having him that close—the man she’d been dreaming and fantasizing about—would be pure torture. It also made it impossible for her to connect with him, since it was against firm policy to date a client. But even if office policy was lax, she could never date him because he made her panties damp, and her body tingle. He was danger in leather. She already knew what he could do to her, and she couldn’t risk her heart to a leather-clad Casanova.
After the meeting ended, Baylee jumped up, gathered all her belongings, and zipped out of the conference room. She didn’t stop until she found herself in a small café across the street, a few storefronts down from the firm. The aroma of freshly baked muffins hung heavy in the air, and Baylee flopped down on a red-painted wooden chair. She brushed her hair from her face and stared out the windows. The last thing she wanted was for Axe to see her if he came out looking for her.
“Are you ready to order?” a college-aged woman asked.
Baylee craned her head to read the menu board. “Bring me a lemon poppy seed muffin and a cup of coffee—black.”
She couldn’t believe any of it was real. It was like she was still in the comfy bed at the hotel, and any minute now, Logan’s annoying knocks would wake her up. It couldn’t be true. Axe didn’t look like a biker at the wedding. She sighed. Not only was he a biker, but he was an outlaw biker. When she’d found out the Insurgents MC was the client for the strip mall project, she’d read up on them, and the reputation they had made the hairs on her nape stand up.
The young waitress placed the muffin and coffee in front of Baylee. As she sipped, unwanted images of Axe’s mouth on hers made her stomach lurch and twist. His mouth and hands were all over my body. How can I go back? How can I work with him? Remembering his touches
“I’m Baylee. Baylee Peters.” Her voice was raspy, and she wished she could disappear.
“Hello, Baylee,” Axe said in a husky tone, making her name sound dirty.
She swallowed hard, nodded, and stared at her computer screen.
“Is that all you’re gonna share, Baylee?” Axe licked his lips.
He’s mocking me. “Yep.” She stared at him defiantly.
“That’s no fun.” He leaned forward on his elbows, then said, “Do you like to have fun, Baylee?” His deep, smooth voice caressed her while small shivers shimmied down her spine.
“I think we should move on to discussing the project,” Stan said, breaking through the sexual tension.
She ripped her eyes away from Axe’s and pretended to concentrate on what Stan was saying, grateful he’d turned out the lights so they could see the PowerPoint presentation better. At least I can’t see Axe’s eyes on me. I can’t believe he’s on the project. Of all the people in this damn world, he is the one I have to work with. What are the odds of that? And what the hell is he doing in Pinewood Springs? I thought he lived in Denver. And a biker? Shit.
Stan spoke of structural issues, possible construction problems and how they could be remedied, and all Baylee could do was remember how big Axe was, how delicious he tasted. She crossed and uncrossed her legs as she remembered how his lips, his tongue, and his fingers felt on her skin. She had come so hard so many times under his expert and sinful moves. Damn, I’m getting turned on just by thinking about how awesome our time together was.
Even though it was dark, she didn’t dare glance over at him; she could feel his stare boring a hole in her. His nearness was driving her insane. So much so that, by the time the meeting was over, she had to hold herself back from yanking him across the conference table and riding him right in front of all of them. Damnit! Get a grip. She reached for her bottle of water, hoping the coolness would extinguish the heat that had been building inside her for the past hour.
How was she supposed to make it through the summer with Axe on the project? Having him that close—the man she’d been dreaming and fantasizing about—would be pure torture. It also made it impossible for her to connect with him, since it was against firm policy to date a client. But even if office policy was lax, she could never date him because he made her panties damp, and her body tingle. He was danger in leather. She already knew what he could do to her, and she couldn’t risk her heart to a leather-clad Casanova.
After the meeting ended, Baylee jumped up, gathered all her belongings, and zipped out of the conference room. She didn’t stop until she found herself in a small café across the street, a few storefronts down from the firm. The aroma of freshly baked muffins hung heavy in the air, and Baylee flopped down on a red-painted wooden chair. She brushed her hair from her face and stared out the windows. The last thing she wanted was for Axe to see her if he came out looking for her.
“Are you ready to order?” a college-aged woman asked.
Baylee craned her head to read the menu board. “Bring me a lemon poppy seed muffin and a cup of coffee—black.”
She couldn’t believe any of it was real. It was like she was still in the comfy bed at the hotel, and any minute now, Logan’s annoying knocks would wake her up. It couldn’t be true. Axe didn’t look like a biker at the wedding. She sighed. Not only was he a biker, but he was an outlaw biker. When she’d found out the Insurgents MC was the client for the strip mall project, she’d read up on them, and the reputation they had made the hairs on her nape stand up.
The young waitress placed the muffin and coffee in front of Baylee. As she sipped, unwanted images of Axe’s mouth on hers made her stomach lurch and twist. His mouth and hands were all over my body. How can I go back? How can I work with him? Remembering his touches
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